The Dallas daily herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1887, 1887-02-01

WOulun Z rise UP TO GILL MN DleSSeu,
the way most sour milk crusts do,
BY the time he had rolled out fou-
under-crusts, and used perhaps one.
eight of his batter, he laid down his
%rollingpin.
"Shan't | chop your meat for your"
says l..
"No, street" says he. "Who'sm max
in these pies? | wish't you hadn't
chopped the apples. I've got an oven
ful rolled out, and now I'll make the
inside. Where's the chopin trayY"
did your mother have anybody to
hand things, or did she get them her
self" says |, good naturally, handing
him the tray and chopin knife.
He put all his meat, somefo or five
pounds, into the tray at once and be-
gan to chop. He chopped and he
chopped and he chopped, and still
great masses OF whole meat kept COM
ing to the surface. After three-quar-
tiers OF an hour OF hard work he had
got it so there wasn't any pieces more
than one and q halfinches square and
two inches thick, though there was
plenty that big. Then he went for the
molasses jug.
"You amt going to call that fine
enough for the meat?" says /.
Course it's fine enough" says he.
"Takes the life all out OF the mince.
meat or hash OF anything, to chop it
too fine"
"But jeremiah" says /, 10th to see
so much good meat wasted, "that
wont be fit to eat. Let me take it,;
I'd rather chop than see thepies spoil
ed"
Spilled" he cried. "Who's maxim
these pies, Philura?"
81 wouldn't want to swear that any.
body was" says l..
"You always make your pies too
sweet" he went on, measuring out SUI
gar by the teaspoonful. My mother
never used much sugar
Then he poured in two teacupiuls OF
cider and molasses and q ~teacupful of
vinegar. He liked them real taIt, he
said.
'Now for Spices" says he. Lemme
see. She used to put in a lot otGinger,
| remember" And t%hereupon the
whole two.ounce package was emptied
into the pan. "And cinnamon-ain't
we got any cinnamon stick?"
NO." says ], "you say you don't
like it."
"Its best for pies, l guess, but this
will d." whereupon the package OF
cinnamon followed theginger. "Cloves
oh, yesl Where's the mortar N pes
tleY" And he ground up q quarter OF
a pound OF cloves and stirred them in.
Now, that's all but the raisins. OF
no, there's the apples" And he shov-
ed in the chopped apple. Obj yes,
bread. My mother used to chop up
bread and put it in.
"That was when she was short OF
apples" / remarked.
who's runnin' these pies?" he re.
peated. Cit me some bread, will
YEP"
l brought the bread, and he pound.
ed some up and he stirred it in.
Now, | guess it's ready" and he
began TO ladle 1t into his under crusts.
"Ain't you going to taste OF it and
see whether it's right2' says j. Your
mother used to-"
"That's So" says he, land so did
|, and want it good?"
He smacked his lips and tasted, but
! noticed he didn't smack 'em the sec.
ond time.
"You ought to set it on the fire and
cook it all together" | couldn't help
"\Nhy, what's the matter,
Jeremiah?"
The tears vas chasing each other
down his hollow cheeks, and for a
minute | was real scairt.
'There seems to be aleetle TOO much
ginger" he said, BLOWN his nose, "but
III fix 'em."
Then he went to work putin in
stuff. A cup more of cider
nolasses and a cup more OF vinegar,
considerable pepper, but no salt, two
pounds OF raisins, whole, and the con
OF n bottle OF p%aregoric, ! s,
him put in. Then he went to the set
,in'-room closet and brought the bot
lie OF brandy keep for sickness, and
)ut about half OF that into the mix
.ure he was connecting. | looked
Mortified, indeed. for ! never use it in
OOKln
doctors say mince.pies ought al.
Ways to hev brandy in 'em to keep 'em
rom hurtin' folks" says he: 81 don't
a leetle brandy in suchgood.
lies as these"
Then he stirred up the whole mess.
'iy landl There was great chunks OF
neat, and great long strings of il.
Ind such a looking pan ofminoe-meat
never seel
But | said nothing as he went on
nd filed his pies, and proceeded to
over 'em. The crust had got so hard
nd stiff he could scarcely roll il out,